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Sigrid stood in the center of what had once been the Academy grounds on Alcyone. Now, all that remained were the burned and collapsed remnants of the school and dormitories. Smoke still wisped up from the blackened piles of lumber and debris. The stench was raw and acrid, threatening to overwhelm her sensors.
"There’s no way Independents did this," Christian said. "It looks like a whole battalion landed here."
Frantic, Sigrid scanned the area… |
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